Nameless

Restless

“Mum”
she
uttered
gently when she walked
through the door. Her
mother was her height,
with mousy-brown hair and
everyday clothes, Adam watched as she hugged
her mother and he
saw how shaky
she was, how shaky
they both were.

“Jazz
went well?” asked
her mother in the same tone that
she'd used,

“Yeah,
can't forget my Titanium routine even though my
final performance of
it was
2 months ago” she
faded to a stop, aware of
the soft footsteps coming out of the shadows. Adam
turned to see a tall man
with dark
hair and smart black
clothes walking slowly
towards them, his eyes were brown and hard with an element of
disgust. She
stood fixed with her eyes on his, he followed her gaze as it
darted back at her mum who
let
a tear escape down
her face. In a moment she
make a break for it as her father approached
her, smothering her
mother.

She
bolted
into her room and beat
the
door shut. Her
breathing was loud and heavy as
she stood with her back against the door,
“What
are you doing?”
she
whispered “are
you hiding from something?”
she
raised her hand and struck
it across the right side of her face “what
are you sheltering
from?”
she
went
on
smacking
her
head the other way “are
you trying
to conceal
yourself
from me?”smack
“you
can't suppress me forever”
smack
“let.
Me. OUT!”

She
screamed. She
was flung against the floor as her jittery
hand
reached out for the Swiss army knife, she
took it and sitting bolt
upright
against the wall and
the
thudding started. Crying
echoed in the empty room, she
laid the blade on her sick
skin. She cut. Slice, thud,
gash,
thump,
rip,
bang,
slash,
smack.
The
blood ran
down her arm onto the floor but
it was turning from red to black. Slowly it turned like
ink flowing across the floor into
columns
curling
upwards, splitting into many
parts, each one went out and circled her. More and more came until
the whole room was black and she stood in
the midst of the pack. They
flew spinning and diving
about
her yelling
out shrill
calls, they
were fast and swift. She
couldn't focus on them only their dark outlines as they swooped
round.

Among
the shadowy
chaos
arose a white figure walking
calmly to
her,

“HELP
ME!”
she
bellowed,
the
white figure rose it's head and looked at
her

“I
can't”
it's
voice was old and soft
“you
did this”
the
hurtling wind grew louder and stronger in
her aching
ears,

“I
didn't do it you were
the one who tore
this family apart!”
her
eyes were wild
and dark
“you
made me like this!” but
it shook it's head and
added

“All
I did. Was
walk away” it
turned but called over it's shoulder as
it walked
“But
I
never left you”
she
saw a glint of it's soft
green eyes, like hers, then
it vanished into the shadow once more. “NO!”
She
roared with the pain as the darkened
birds
violently swooped
down, their
piercing screams became deafening
as
they
ripped at her skin with
their powerful
claws,
opening
vast wounds that
bled endlessly.

Adam
let out his breath as her bloodied convulsing
body curled into a ball, the
Swiss army knife by her side was dripping
with blood. Her
breathing was short and shallow as
she hugged her lacerated
torso, gentle
sobbing reached
Adam's ears as
he slowly walked
to her, “It's
alright now. You're
safe”
he
reached down a
hand and waited until she took it.
Getting
her up delicately,
he
saw her tear-stricken face,
his
hand was now red with her blood and his
heart was slowing. She
was lead into the middle,
aware she was being watched she
kept her head low, “I'm
not going to hurt you” came
the soft call “I'd
never hurt you”.

She
looked up into his eyes and
held
it there, Adam took
a step back being
careful of getting to close, she
stood also. Her
eyes flickered to the left “You
were right. We don't need her.”
when
her eyes flickered back as
the
piercingly
high
noise ripped
at Adam's ears and
he covered
them
becoming abruptly
alarmed
and frightened,
backing
away she came
fiercely
for
him, hitting him hard in the face sending him to his knees. She
scrambled up
clawing
at the wall to tear through it but she swung
again, hitting her directly in the stomach and
she
collapsed
side-ways, it wasn't like her mother to be so determined
she had
always stayed low, beating
her down she groaned
again and again
but she
kept
trying to get up.

“You're just
like him” the voice echoed round the room but there seemed to
be no source of it “blood from me that you
mangled into venom” Slam “Look
at what your doing” Slam

“A swift
and intenseforce
against
a person
livingin
one's
household”
Adam turned round to see a librarian with a large book on a desk
and a name plate that read Librarian: Alex, dressed in
a black suit a 16 year old lad sat behind the desk, he didn't wonder
why it was there. He accepted it's existence just like her,

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